the night is doing that thing again
we are stranded on an island estranged
feeding off bits and pieces of sea salt to train for the future of abundance
how to explain the cause & go on?
finding salvation in songs
looking for messages in dawns
the binoculars do not work
we have to use fire signals
drugs do not work
we have to get high on each other
and pray it works out by the time we get old
figure each other out and maybe not unload
while my thoughts find a canvas and explode
but then we depart
what is the point of exploring hearts?
memories? those are for the retired
one with the experience: lost conscience
that is the lie sold
and i am off to buy it.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 